"Go on." Ye Qiu said loudly to Shun Ying, that sarcoma must have been hurt, otherwise it wouldn't be so crazy, and at the same time, he also sacrificed the net of heaven and earth, and suddenly, those vines seemed to have encountered natural enemies, and their actions became much slower, giving others some time to breathe.

Shun Ying took a Hui Ling Pill, staring at Qing Ling with bright eyes, even if the two had some conflicts before, at this time, they tacitly agreed not to mention the past and deal with the demon plant together.

The two of them lifted the spirit sword in their hands, and at the same time condensed the fire dragon and fire phoenix, which were even larger and more powerful than before, one left and one right, roaring towards the sarcoma, and the scorching temperature seemed to melt the entire space.

The scream of the sarcoma became even more terrible, and when the others saw this, they raised their weapons one after another and used a killing move, and the sarcoma grew bigger and bigger under the attack of everyone.

"It's not good, that sarcoma is going to blow itself up." Ye Qiu hurriedly gathered the surrounding senior brothers around him, and then let Xiao Mu Ling release the earth spirit and turned into a giant turtle, protecting everyone inside, and Xue Ze also took the opportunity to set up two defensive formations around the giant turtle.

On the other side, Qing Ling also quickly received several of her lovers into the space, and some other forces also took out the talisman magic weapon, and those who felt that they couldn't resist quickly fled towards the entrance of the third layer.

"Boom!" The power of the demon plant's self-explosion is very huge, even if Ye Qiu and the others hide in the turtle shell, they will inevitably suffer some impact, those who are not strong enough to protect the magic weapon, and those monks who have not had time to escape, can only drink and hate here.

The earth spirit was hit the hardest, turning into a palm-sized turtle, and even cracks appeared in the turtle's shell, making it drowsy.

Ye Qiu was grateful and also very guilty, speaking of which, the earth spirit did not contract with him, and there was nothing to do with each other, but at this time, because he was hurt, he had no remedy.

Ye Qiu asked the little wood spirit to take the earth spirit back into the space, and at the same time let the water spirit nourish it well, as long as it was good for the earth spirit, he took it out and put it around the earth spirit.

"Let's go." The entrance to the fifth layer was where the demon plant had taken root, and when Ye Qiu and the others were delayed, Qing Ling and his party had already walked in front of them.

As soon as he entered the passage, Ye Qiu felt in a trance, and when he opened his eyes again, he was the only one left around.

The test of the fifth layer was the illusion, Ye Qiu's mind was firm, the illusion could not stump him, it took ten days, and he reached the sixth layer.

The sixth layer is not difficult, but it is a bit of a test, and I don't know how amazing this Tower of Babel is, and where is the owner of the Tower of Babel, this sixth layer is actually a mortal world.

There are no monks here, no cheats, if you want to pass this level, you must get the approval of the village chief, and if you want to get the approval of the village chief, you need the monk to put down his body, farm, plow, and hunt as a mortal, although it is simple, but under this test without prompts, it is difficult for ordinary monks to let go of their arrogance, and thus lose.

Ye Qiu has experienced many lives, never underestimated anyone, and gained a lot of goodwill in the village, even so, it took nearly a month to be told by the village chief that the entrance was allowed to clear customs.

On the seventh floor, there is no routine, no darkness, and only a projection of the Babel Tower Lord of the same level as you, and if you defeat him, you can clear the level.

To be able to become the master of the Tower of Babel, it must be extraordinary, even if he was young, even if it was a projection, it should not be underestimated, Ye Qiu paid a lot of price in order to defeat him, but at the same time, the receipt was also huge, he gave up the high-level exercises, gave up the high-level ore that could make the silence go to the next level, and chose the five-color spiritual soil without hesitation.

The five-colored spiritual soil is the spiritual soil second only to the resting soil, which only exists around the mending stone, it is difficult to find in the world, it is a rare treasure, and at the same time, it is also the best tonic for the earth-based spiritual objects, which is most suitable for the earth spirits who are injured now.

There is nothing to be sorry for giving up other opportunities Ye Qiu, his companion is the most important thing in his heart.

When he reached the eighth layer, Ye Qiu found that he was the first to arrive, but he had to wait for the rest of the people to arrive, because only one person could enter the ninth layer.

Ye Qiu felt that the matter between him and Qing Ling was going to end here.

In order to better cope with the next decisive battle, Ye Qiu meditated cross-legged and adjusted his state to the highest peak.

"Senior brother is really powerful." Qing Ling finally came to the eighth layer, but when he saw Ye Qiu's calm appearance, he gritted his teeth and said sarcastically.

"I'm no longer your brother." Ye Qiu looked at her coldly and lifted the long sword in his hand.

Qing Ling had just experienced a battle, and his aura was not very stable at this time, so he was not far away from fighting Ye Qiu, and after knowing the rules of the eighth layer, he frowned slightly: "Now as long as the two of us, do you want to lose both and cheapen the people who come later?" ”

"So what?" Ye Qiu didn't care, as long as the heirs of the Tower of Babel were not people who had different intentions for the cultivation realm, he didn't care who it was.

What's more, Shun Hua, Shun Ying, and Chen Qingchi are not mediocre talents, even if there is no him, it is difficult for this inheritance to fall on others.

"You ......" Qing Ling's face turned red, annoyed and angry.

However, at this time, even if Ye Qiu wanted to end the relationship between the two, it would not work, an invisible prohibition was blocked between the two, and no matter what kind of attack Ye Qiu made, it would disappear and become invisible.

It seems that the Lord of the Tower of Babel wants to wait for the people he has chosen to arrive before a decisive battle, Ye Qiu was silent, and Qing Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, and seized the time to heal and recover his aura.

Two days later, Feng Bianyi and Chen Qingchi arrived, on the third day, the remnant souls and demon cultivators in the space of Qingling arrived, and on the fourth day, Shunhua Shunying, Xue Ze Xue Yang, and Fanxing Mingjing also came, and then some disciples of major sects and families came one after another, plus Ye Qiu and Qingling, the total number was only twenty.

The prohibition between Ye Qiu and Qing Ling has also disappeared, and it seems that these twenty of them are the final candidates for the Tower of Babel.

Those who can come this far are not mediocre, even if their cultivation is high or low, they all have their advantages.

Among the twenty people, Ye Qiu and Qing Ling's forces were the most powerful, and in order to resist them, the others had to unite together.

They have the highest cultivation here, such as Ye Qiu and Qingling, and there are also Xue Ze, and there is a huge difference in cultivation.

Although it is unfair for the big forces to the small forces, and for the high cultivators to the low ones, it is never fair for the cultivators to seize the heavenly machine, and luck is also a kind of strength, who let the Tower of Babel appear at this time!

The war was about to break out, and everyone was on guard, especially Ye Qiu and Qing Ling's hostility towards each other was even stronger.

The grievances between the two sides have long been entangled, and today is a good day for a decisive battle.